The Maturation Process

Thirty years playing at the perennial child,

when will you grow up, just before the coffin?

Grab yourself by the brain. Become
the Catherine wheel you are. Sing a wall down.
Dance until kissing armies are created. 

Tame the private gloom with beasts of laughter. 

Spontaneously combust the toxic doubt of insecure Self.   

Embarrass yourself publicly and take it as spine strengthener.

Ultimately, we are all dead, so courage to do (and in doing be done),
something that might make you look a fool is a fine art gallery.

It is not the sadness in dying

but the sadness of not living intensely

that should shock you out of docility.